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letra de the hunt (the room beneath new albion) - paul shapera

[alex, spoken:]
and albino tribe? aw, jesus, i tell you… all right, all right, there’s nothing for it. we’re just gonna take a six of ’em, go down there, we’re just gonna have to– what the h-ll is this?

[byron, singing:]
my friends, look around at this world that you’ve known
the leeches are sucking you dry to the bone
the zombies are letting it all get away
so vote for our doll and throw it away!
you don’t need a master, no government who
will take all you’ve earned, tell you what to do
our doll will not lead you, he’ll not bleed you dry
nor bribe nor coerce you, nor fail you nor liе
[alex, spoken, overlapping byron:]
ha, oh yeah, this guy. haha, yeah, i like this guy
hеll yeah, i’d vote for him, aw, it’d be great for a laugh
all right, come on, tell ’em to meet me at the tunnels, let’s go

[alex, spoken:]
well i can tell you that for some time indeed tensions had indeed been building between my organization and that albino tribe who lives in them tunnels. but for one thing, them tunnels are a real spooky place and half my guys’ll p-ss themselves before they’ll even go down there. and not us, not the city council, and i mean no one seems to be able to touch that d-mn tribe, which is a shame ’cause when you’re running a smuggling operation, access to underground tunnels would be real convenient. there has been talk for some time about runnin’ a little, uh, “extermination operation”

so i decide to take five or six of my toughest, most fearless guys down to the tunnels, and my entire organization waits above armed to the t–th with orders that if we don’t come back in six hours, they come down there like the hordes of h-ll and exterminate every gawd-mn thing they find

[thugs:]
taking ’em down in a one-fire blood fight
taking ’em down in a one-two-three
taking ’em down in a one-fire blood fight
taking ’em down in a one-two-three
taking ’em down in a one-fire blood fight
taking ’em down in a one-two-three
taking ’em down in a one-fire blood fight
taking ’em down in a one-two-three

[alex, sung:]
the hunt begins where half-mad prowl
in the caves below, in the underground
the quiet, the lost, the halls forgot
we’ve come to deal the fate they’ve wrought
down here they say the walls between
what’s real and not are thin and weak
the strongest, vicious of my crew
come down now for the blood pursuit

we make it right. we make our way
perhaps make war at end of day
i’ve made naught but blood and fear
and all i’ll leave is a trail of tears

[alice:]
heads will roll as you lob them off
the work of the angels never stops
nick ’em off, bring ’em round, pile them, feeling down?
get naked, roll in them all around

heads will roll as you laugh them off
the mad, sad carousel never stops
snort the sand, steal a knee, cheek, chest, hand
build the room, angels whisper their plans

[alex:]
the hunt goes on, the hour at hand
the long, dark land, the lost enchant
where thieves think they can sneer and sneak
and steal, make us look fool and weak
in six hours if we do not return
a war begins, belowground burns
the albino tribe we long mistrust
will shed their blood, be rendered dust

i’ve made my vow. i’ve made my mind
i make my way through caverns blind
all i’ve made is blood and fear
and all i’ll leave is a trail of tears

[alice:]
heads will pop as you drop them off
the mad house fun ride never stops
steal a knee, steal a head, body parts your only friends
talk, cry, weep, sleep, laugh with them

and the mad house never ends
the dark walls laugh and curse and when
a few more lines each day, head bakes, it takes
another piece, a little more of you away

[alex, spoken:]
all right, i had the exact dialogue of what happened pretty much all written out and i was gonna do a whole thing, like where my guy says, “oh al, we found her in here,” and i say like, “oh who, that? you know, she’s a crazy junkie, she couldn’t be the thief,” but honestly, it, it sounded terrible, so just to sum it up for you, you know:
we find this crazy junkie chick, she’s got the doll parts, she fits the description, so i tell my boys, “okay. put her down.”

[alice:]
f-ck!
you!
f-ck!
you!

- paul shapera

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